Sunday, February 19, 2012

She was a pretty young thing, with a wicker basket tucked in the
crook of her elbow and her mouth curved upwards in a smile as she waved
towards the father-son duo.

“I don’t bite and it’s dry and warm in here.” She held open the
curtain door to her hut. “The animals will be fine. The courtyard is
warded with a protection circle. It keeps all animals safe. You’d like
it better in here though.”

The father moved first, and the son followed immediately afterwards.
They gratefully stepped into the shelter and were waved towards the
fireplace in the corner.

“I’ll get it going in a second.” She deposited the basket on the
counter and whipped off the damp shawl, threading it over a clothesline
intersecting the hut. She winked at the fireplace and a spark of fire
leapt to life.

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Sara is an Indie Author writing both inspirational Fiction and Faith-filled Fantasy. She is a graduate of the Christian Writer's Guild and holds a B.A. in English from state university. She has written over two-hundred short stories and is published in anthologies, inspirational newsletters and e-zines.